[justmedk]

Ciri couldn't help but giggle at his comment about racing a horse.

"Well, a small horse maybe. A pony", she grinned. "But any horse has four legs, so it's kinda unfair from the start, I think." She blushed crimson at his threat about the bathroom, though, but nodded eagerly, she didn't want......THAT.....to happen. At all. Bad enough the thought of Geralt or Vesemir doing it.

She was happy with the change of subject and eagerly followed him outside, then looked where he pointed, and nodded. She had no intention of hurting the cat either - she adored cats! - but understood his concern. It was kinda a problem. And it presented a challenge. One that she could not refuse, and it didn't seem all that difficult either. Compared to the obstacle course at Kaer Morhen it looked like a piece of cake.

Or CHOCOLATE she thought eagerly as she got to the best starting position to make the first climb, not noticing Daniel's slip-up about the obstacle course. Had she been less tired, less high on sugar, and more.....there... Ciri would have likely noticed that he'd been about to say something more, and then stopped himself. As things stood, she didn't notice. She looked up, then jumped and made the climb, as silently as she knew how to. She put herself flat on the first platform, waiting until the cat was looking at something else, before she elegantly made the jump to the roof and immediately laid down on her stomach again. The inevitable *thump* of her landing had the cat's head jerk around. It could clearly smell that the smell of the new human was stronger, but it could not see her, as she'd thrown herself down behind the chimney, and she was small enough for the chimney to hide her from view.
When the cat once more looked the other way, scouting the distance for interesting things, surveilling what it considered its territory, Ciri began a silent and quick crawl towards it. She had almost gotten there, when the cat turned its head again, jumped straight up in that cartoonish way only cats are able to, hissed, and jumped to the platform she'd just come from, giving her an annoyed and wary sideeye.

"Fuck!", she exclaimed. "I don't want to hurt you, kitty", she said, looking at the creature. "I just want to get you off Mr. D....off Daniel's roof", she said in a calm, quiet voice. If she'd known axii, this would have gone a lot easier. Now the cat was suspicious and watched her closely. She lay still for a long while until the cat decided that the little human was apparently done with her shenanigans, and once more observed its domain from atop the - now slightly less elevated - position of its throneroom.

It was then that Ciri took her chance. She got up as silently as she could, then took a few steps, then jumped to the other roof and grabbed the cat by the scruff of its neck the way she'd seen some of the witchers do with cats who'd found their way into the keep's pantry. Predictably, the cat was immobile, but definitely unharmed, and her face lit up in a wide triumphant smile for a moment, before she pondered how she was going to get down from here with no hands free. One was used to hold the cat by the scruff of the neck, the other to stabilize it, so it wasn't just dangling in mid-air. She didn't know if that would hurt its spine or something, and she didn't want to take the risk.

She looked at him "So....uhm....got...a box or anything to put him in so I can get down?", she said with a sheepish grin.